One day, Luke and I (his
mommy) were playing the game "toll booth". He was the
"toll man", and I was, uh, well, the "car".
When I got to the booth, he said with authority, "You may
not cross unless you know my answer!" (I tried to look intimidated
and scared.) "What is this?" he questioned sternly,
holding up a picture of a heart.
"Umm... a heart?"
I asked with uncertainty.
"Correct!" he said
enthusiastically, then continued, "And what are hearts good
for?"
"Suffering?" I proposed,
hoping to be wrong.
"NO! Hearts are good for
LOVE! And unless you know MY ANSWER, you may NOT cross to the
other side!" We repeated this game over and over, until
I finally learned "HIS ANSWER", that hearts are good
for LOVE. Only then was I allowed to "cross to the other
side"...
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